The Valnarian palace walls were in shambles. Bullet sized holes tore through them and most were broken down in many places. The smell of blood was still lingering slightly in the air in some places but one place that looked as good as new was the throne room.
Sitting on top of a large chair whose arms were shaped like dragons, Chris stroked his scruffy beard basking in all his glory. His smile could be seen for a mile away though he tried his best to hide it to no avail. There was one more person who seemed even more pleased.
Queen Serina smiled coyly, her eyes sparkling with seduction. "My king, you look particularly handsome tonight. The crown suits you."
Chris's eyes gleamed with pride, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes, it does. And I'll never forget how I got it. The thrill of taking what I wanted, of crushing those who stood in my way... it's exhilarating."
Serina's smile faltered, her eyes flashing with concern. "Chris, don't say such things. You always were meant to be the rightful king ."
Chris chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rightful king? Ha! I'm the king because I took the crown, because I was willing to do whatever it took to get it. And I'd do it all again in a heartbeat."
Serina's face paled, her eyes wide with unease. "You scare me sometimes, Chris."
Chris's expression softened, his voice taking on a seductive tone. "That's what makes me so attractive to you, isn't it, Serina? The power, the danger... the thrill of being with a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants."
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Down in the hallowed chamber, the decor.had taken a huge turn as the golden chandeliers were replaced with wolf figurines. The house was filled with a lot of people wearing black vests with red trims scutting from one wing to another carrying boxes.
Organising all these was Oliver, who stood barking orders left and right while frightened maids ran admist the chaos out of fear.
In the living room, Pierre stood rubbing his hand on the golden tables trying to take in new environment. His face unlike many that visited the hallowed cahmber was filled with disgust and one more thing, Rage.
"So I do his dirty work and he gives me a treat like a good puppy." He said turning to Clove who was sitted with two frail maids giving him a shoulder massage on each side.
"He DARE treat us like this, this weaklings!!," Pierre shouted flinging one of the figurines into a random direction missing the confused butler by inches.
A young boy entered admist the chaos handing a piece of paper to Pierre. His body shook with fear witnessing the scene but he forced himself to steady and prayed not to fall or worse .... The paper had the royal seal on it and Pierre scoffed a little before opening it.
"It's as if mother luck is on my side", Pierre said with a grin and his characteristic glint in his eyes was back on his face.
Clove didn't reply as he already knew what was on his mind and it could only mean one thing.
Signalling for Oliver to come over, he stood up.
"Summon the Hales." He barked.
"Why don't we pay a little visit first." Pierre said turning to Clove.
Knowing fully well what he meant,Clove stood up and the two walked back into the palace grounds.
Passing the main hall, the took a turn into the Hales quarters. Walking in a fast pace, they soon reached a pair of metal gates and standing by it were two guards all wearing black vests with red trims.
On seeing Pierre and Clove the bowed down and opened the gate. Walking past the first gate they were then greeted with a another set of gates to which they opened also.
The room inside was actually an underground dungeon. It was dark inside and the only ray of light came from a pencil sized hole on the wall. The room was large could probably fit up to a hundred but only one pair of eyes lit the room.
Standing at the door Clove flung a piece of bread to the stranger in the room which was totalling in the wrong direction and the squeals of rats could be heard after.
A loud laugh rechoed coming from none other than Clove.
"Your majesty..., Pierre said with a sadonic grin.